Ricky Racks - Big Money lyrics

[Intro] C'mon C'mon, c'mon, c'mon I got, I got big money yeah Put that sh** up yeah [Hook] Big money, big money, big money, big money Big money, big money, big money, big money Put that lil' sh** up, put that lil' sh** up Put that lil' sh** up, put that lil' sh** up Put that lil' sh** up, put that lil' sh** up Put that lil' sh** up, put that lil' sh** up Big money, big money, big money, big money Big money, big money, big money, big money Put that lil' sh** up, put that lil' sh** up Put that lil' sh** up, put that lil' sh** up Put that lil' sh** up, put that lil' sh** up Put that lil' sh** up, put that lil' sh** up [Made Man] (Made Man!) My diamonds they coming from alien I trapped in the game and I'm nailing it Jumping in raw fist telling it Bricks you know we pedal it All of my n***as sip medicine Thinking we playing for Michigan Have my place comin' in, comin' in, M'n'M, M'n'M Lots of [?] I'm back again 20k spent in the mall again Bigger the bag, the bigger the rich She's digging my style, I'm f**ing your b**h You know that I'm on, she know that I'm rich Call on my phone, call on flights b**h I'm gone Money won't leave my 'lone, [?] Big bag coming home, n***a while on the phone Young rich n***a on, making nets on the trade Hundred rounds to your face, n***a been getting cake Grind on can't waste, copped the house with the lake Broke n***as can't relate, bad b**hes paint their face Made Man been straight [Hook] Big money, big money, big money, big money Big money, big money, big money, big money Put that lil' sh** up, put that lil' sh** up Put that lil' sh** up, put that lil' sh** up Put that lil' sh** up, put that lil' sh** up Put that lil' sh** up, put that lil' sh** up Big money, big money, big money, big money Big money, big money, big money, big money Put that lil' sh** up, put that lil' sh** up Put that lil' sh** up, put that lil' sh** up Put that lil' sh** up, put that lil' sh** up Put that lil' sh** up, put that lil' sh** up [Offset] (Offset!) Yeah I am in the trap with the blue Hondas Yeah I've been ballin' for three summers No I can't fall I don't dishonor Rocks on my wrist like a big [?] f** on your b**h tape brick on her Run with the pack get a hit on ya Hop in the Wraith and I sh** on 'em I do not respect your big homie I got more racks than your big homie k** to [?] got a dick on it But it do not got no kick on it I do not play with the racks Take off your top and detach I brought the multiple bags I spent me a 30 in sacks I get it back in one texting I'm bringing Gambino right back I make a play in a taxi He did know the driver was strapped I run the game from the backseat I had to see how it would map Made Man we having our way Yo, we are having our racks [Hook] Big money, big money, big money, big money Big money, big money, big money, big money Put that lil' sh** up, put that lil' sh** up Put that lil' sh** up, put that lil' sh** up Put that lil' sh** up, put that lil' sh** up Put that lil' sh** up, put that lil' sh** up Big money, big money, big money, big money Big money, big money, big money, big money Put that lil' sh** up, put that lil' sh** up Put that lil' sh** up, put that lil' sh** up Put that lil' sh** up, put that lil' sh** up Put that lil' sh** up, put that lil' sh** up Put it up!